November 21, 2012
I was at Zorbaz, McGregor Minnesota, to order a lovely chicken burrito. Well, there was a dummy fatty cook working, and he accidentally mixed my sour cream with cilantro because the 2 are close to each other in the kitchen. I had no idea what cilantro was, so I took a bite. It was wretched. I could not stand to live at that moment. Then my friend RJ told me it was cilantro, and I have hated it since.